To the South with Love

To consolidate the successes achieved in terms of introducing other men and making progress in that direction, I decided to give my wife a gift and send her to Crimea to unwind for about ten days. Naturally, before her departure, we discussed her behavior on vacation: don't give out her phone number or address, but everything else... give at the slightest desire and opportunity, but only with condoms, of course.

Right before the trip, I handed my wife a set of 12 condoms.

 — "Well, I think that should be enough for the first while," I said.

 — "Well, I think it'll be enough for the first while," she replied. (My dick almost jumped out of my pants when I imagined what stories

awaited me with my wife in such a mood).

 — "Don't hide them too far, they might come in handy even on the way."

 — "Interesting, interesting, how they could be useful in a crowded train compartment. Although..." (She pondered).

Right before leaving, doubts visited my wife once more:

 — "Didn't you give me a bit too many condoms? I haven't fully decided yet: whether it's worth becoming a slut. Did you decide for me?"

 — "Why would I decide for you? You like being desired, don't you? And it turns me on. I don't see any contradictions. Besides, I think you'll probably have to buy more 'insurance' if the guys you meet aren't prepared."

 — "Well, and your plan for my lovers during the vacation? Two? Three? Four?"

 — "To be honest, I'm counting on you managing to please at least five guys."

 — "Ha, found yourself an Emanuel..."

And we went to the station. We arrived half an hour before departure (the train was a local one). We threw my wife's things into the compartment. I sent her to get water and a book to pass the time, while I started looking around to see who her travel companions would be. A young couple entered the compartment, threw their things down, and fluttered out onto the platform. A little later, a guy around thirty came in and threw his things on the top bunk. Dark-haired, sturdy. "My wife should like him," I thought, "What if I hint to him to put in a little effort and..." I introduced myself to the guy. He said his name was Slava, said he was going all the way to the end. And I, while my wife was off choosing a book, slipped him the idea that I was sending my unmarried sister on vacation (fortunately, we had taken off our rings a month ago), and that if he was courteous and liked the lady, then under favorable circumstances, he was unlikely to be refused her body.

My wife came back, out of breath. A little time left before departure.

 — "Be a good girl, listen to the men."

 — "Well, okay, if you don't mind. Bye."

Two days later, a call from my wife:

 — "I arrived just wonderfully. Only you were probably right. Only half the condoms are left. Looks like I'll have to buy more..."

 — "Well, damn," I feigned surprise, "What happened?"

 — "Yeah, that Slava (well, the guy who traveled with me) turned out to be quite a sly one. You can't imagine under what pretexts he managed to get the couple out of the compartment!"

And what can a weak woman do, left alone in a compartment with a man. In short, I liked it on the train.

 — "And what did you do with him? Defiled him?"

 — "Yes. And not just once, and in the end, he even came in my mouth. I rewarded him for his efforts."

 — "Give me the details."

 — "Over the phone?... No money. I'll tell you when I get back."

 — "Come on, at least briefly. Huh?"

 — "I hope your Slava doesn't forget you and his promise," I said to my wife.

 — "I think he liked everything. Slava was especially 'inspired' when I told him I was married, and that my husband saw me off and 'gave the go-ahead' for our relationship. He just couldn't believe it (ha!) until he came inside me yet again. By the way, are your horns growing? Is your head not bowing to the ground?"

 — "From your stories, my head only rises," I said. So you have a good chance of sleeping with two, if Slava comes with his friend. How do you feel about that? About your first experience with two! men? I'm — for it!

 — "Oh, we'll see how they behave... In general, I don't rule it out. With you, I probably couldn't, but here — it's how the cards fall. I have some fantasies..."

…

The conversation was interrupted. I squeezed the phone in my hand and thought how I wished tomorrow would come sooner, so I could hear the fresh news from the resorts... of the region.